My Dear Damned Darling (NEW RELEASE)
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She's one of the last of her kind.
For centuries, she's lived in hiding, a demon among humans, forced to bury the memory of a war that slaughtered her sisters until the world forgot they ever existed. Everyone believes the demons are gone. Extinct. But she's still here-watching from the shadows, burning with secrets too dangerous to tell.
He's the prince of the bloodline that destroyed them.
The heir to a dynasty built on her people's ashes. Her enemy by birthright. Their paths should never cross. He should never have noticed her. Yet across the chaos of a crowded marketplace, his gaze collides with hers-and nothing is the same.
One glance ignites a fire.
One fire becomes a pull-sharp, undeniable, dragging them closer with every heartbeat.
The one person she should hate more than anyone becomes the one her body aches for. His stare lingers too long, her breath catches too fast, and the space between them feels charged-fragile, breakable, like a single step would close it. Every look, every breath, is an almost-kiss stretched tight with danger and desire... a hunger that could ruin them both, yet dares them to fall anyway.
Loving him could destroy her.
Leaving him could destroy the world.
And when the choice comes, the world won't burn around them...it will burn because of them.
***This story contains mature themes that may not be suitable for all readers. Discretion is advised.
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